Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.